The Distant Legend
The invoice was pinned to the corkboard with a rusted nail, the paper yellowing at the edges where the damp seeped in from the window frame. You read it three times, your finger tracing the jagged line of figures that totaled forty-two pounds, a sum that represented not just the cost of the tonic but the entire remaining capital of your survival. The doctor, a man with hands that shook as he...
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